this i Salli have to give

Id always dreamed Id build a cradle wed lay you in when we brought you home, when we brought you home,
But there you lay, fast asleep in a feed through; it was all that I could find.
Id always hoped youd have my eyes, maybe a little bit of the skill of my hands,
But, as I look into your eyes, I see your hands created mine.
This is all I have to give,
You can share my home and bear my name, but this is not how you should live,
The son of God has become the son of man - this is all I have to give.
Id always thought about Id teach you how to build your first chair, and how to treat your mum, your lovely mum,
And how to explain the reckless love of God to your simple mind,
What can I offer you, my son, when youre the living, breathing proof of everything I hoped could possibly be true?
This is all I have to give,
You can share my home and bear my name, but this is not how you should live,
And the son of God has become the son of man, and this is all I have to give.
Why couldnt God have chosen another man?
How can I lead this family... lead when I dont understand ?
How can I take the place of your Dad, when I cannot explain even how you came to be?
My sweet Jesus, my baby boy.
This is all I have to give,
You can share my home and bear my name, but this is not how you should live,
The son of God has become the son of man, the glory of God taking the form of man,
May the grace of God shine upon this man, cause this is all I have to give.